#82 - Nine-Hearted Begonia, Ye Renxin's Death
"National Usurpation Plan...?"
After a long silence, Qian Daoliu's brows furrowed even deeper.
A sense of unease arose in his heart.
He probed, "Xiaoxue, why are you bringing this up out of the blue?"
"I want to personally implement this plan."
Qian Renxue's face was serious, and her words were concise.
"..."
Receiving this expected answer, Qian Daoliu fell silent.
Taking a deep breath, he earnestly advised:
"Xiaoxue, with your talent, doing this kind of task will inevitably delay your progress."
"Grandpa, I need experience, and I also need to do something for this family!"
Qian Renxue's words were firm.
Looking at Qian Renjue, who was bored and had picked up the teapot, biting the spout.
She was even more determined.
If the opponent was just Tang San, she naturally wouldn't need to leave so urgently.
But the current situation was that.
She knew things that she couldn't explain to others.
And the mastermind behind Tang San had already begun to make moves and lay out the plan.
If she stayed here and did nothing.
Even if she became a god.
What could she change?
In her previous life, didn't she become a god and kill Tang San?
But so what.
They still lost completely.
Usurping the nation is not the main purpose, the important thing is not to let the enemy go!
If possible.
Cutting off Tang San's wings in advance, or cultivating masters of betrayal.
Maybe it could play a role at a critical time.
If they really sit and wait for death.
They will have no chance of winning.
Thinking of this, Qian Renxue became even more determined and said in a deep voice:
"Please grant my wish, Grandpa!"
Seeing Qian Renxue as if she had made up her mind.
Qian Daoliu could only shake his head helplessly, first kicking the ball away.
"Xiaoxue, let's discuss this plan after the Pope's Palace is settled down.
"During this time, you should think about it carefully."
Qian Renxue frowned slightly and nodded slightly.
"Alright then."
"Well, then Grandpa will leave first."
As soon as the words fell.
Qian Daoliu no longer lingered and quickly flew down the mountain.
His mood undoubtedly became unpleasant again.
This matter.
He had to explain it to the future Pope first.
...
Watching Qian Daoliu leave in a hurry.
Qian Renxue looked back at Qian Renjue, who wanted to come over and eavesdrop.
She couldn't help but smile.
She wasn't in a hurry to leave, it wouldn't be too late to witness the inauguration of the Pope and the Holy Son.
"Sister, what did you talk about with Grandpa?"
Taking Qian Renxue back into the yard, Qian Renjue immediately greeted her.
"Nothing."
Qian Renxue said softly, raising her hand to pinch Qian Renjue's cheek.
Pulling it up, she teased:
"Sister just wants to be an adjudicator elder in the future, to protect you and discipline you."
"Ah? Adjudicator Elder!"
Qian Renjue was stunned.
Looking at Qian Renxue in surprise, could this be the reason why she didn't want to be the Holy Maiden?
"Yes."
Qian Renxue nodded with a smile.
Her soft hand gripped her delicate fist and placed it in front of Qian Renjue's eyes.
Warning, "If you are disobedient... Sister can punish you."
Qian Renjue hurriedly raised his hand to grab the fist in front of him.
He pressed it down sullenly, and flattered, "Sister, I will definitely be obedient."
"Pfft haha"
Qian Renxue chuckled and hugged Qian Renjue in her arms.
Her pretty face leaned close to his ear, and she breathed, "Sister is just kidding with you."
"Sister..."
Although Qian Renxue said she was joking, Qian Renjue was still very uncomfortable.
His earlobes turned red, and his eyes contained a bit of strangeness.
Struggling, "Sister, why are you pinching my neck?"
"Ha, don't be afraid, Sister didn't use any force."
Qian Renxue's soft hand gently grabbed his warm neck, smiling.
She pecked Qian Renjue's red face.
Qian Renxue squinted her eyes.
From childhood to adulthood, it's still so fun.
"Sister!"
Qian Renjue complained, and between raising his hands, the two wrestled together for a long time.
"Haha..."
...
After notifying Bibi Dong to prepare for the inauguration.
Qian Daoliu was about to personally sit in the Pope's Palace to temporarily handle the affairs of these days.
Before even stepping into the Pope's Palace.
From afar, he saw Ye Renxin, with his white hair and youthful face, running over in a hurry.
When he came closer.
Ye Renxin adjusted his pace and slowly bowed to Qian Daoliu.
His greeting was full of energy.
"Junior Ye Renxin, greets Your Eminence."
Qian Daoliu nodded slightly.
He asked, "What's the rush? Is there something you need me for?"
"Those wounded are no longer in serious condition, Junior is here to bid farewell to Senior."
Ye Renxin's voice was respectful.
Different from his earlier kind eyebrows and eyes, his brows were filled with dimness.
Qian Daoliu looked at Ye Renxin in confusion.
He asked in puzzlement, "If that's all, why are you running so fast?"
"Junior dares not deceive Your Eminence..."
Ye Renxin's face was full of bitterness.
Then, with warmth, he explained:
"My granddaughter at home is about to awaken her martial soul, Junior has to rush back."
"..."
Qian Daoliu fell silent.
He certainly knew the drawbacks of the Nine Heart Begonia martial soul.
Ye Renxin was rushing back to prepare for his own funeral.
"Time really flies."
Qian Daoliu was silent for a long time, shaking his head, full of emotion.
"Yes."
Ye Renxin also deeply felt it.
The Nine Heart Begonia martial soul.
Can save tens of thousands of people in the world, but is uniquely cruel to their Ye family.
In the blink of an eye.
He was also going to walk the old path of his father and grandfather.
For the sake of inheritance, he generously went to his death.
Putting away the bitterness and helplessness in his heart, Ye Renxin bent down and said respectfully:
"Please give Senior convenience."
Qian Daoliu shook his head helplessly and smiled dumbfounded.
"Heh, my Spirit Hall isn't that overbearing."
"Since you are a distinguished guest we invited back, I naturally have no right to interfere with your stay or departure, but..."
Saying that, Qian Daoliu changed the topic.
He gently patted Ye Renxin's shoulder and said with a smile:
"You should stay a few more days."
"The inauguration of the Pope and the Holy Son is already in preparation, lest we have to invite you again."
Ye Renxin was stunned, surprised by the efficiency of the Spirit Hall.
"New Pope, Holy Son?"
"Not bad."
Qian Daoliu nodded, looking at the old man in front of him, his heart became active.
Over the years.
The Spirit Hall wasn't without the idea of incorporating the Ye family.
Now he could try it.
He was still hoping to see a great-grandson in his lifetime.
Nine Heart Begonia.
It is also very necessary for the Qian family, and even the entire Spirit Hall.
Indeed a very good candidate.
"Since that's the case, then Junior will respectfully obey."
Ye Renxin did not insist on leaving and agreed.
It would be nice to see a different grand occasion for the last few days.
Qian Daoliu carried his hands on his back and turned to leave.
He looked back faintly and said, "Don't be so restrained, let's go, walk with me."
Ye Renxin was stunned, flattered for a moment.
He quickly became alert.
"Yes!"
He responded and raised his foot to follow.
...
The Pope's inauguration ceremony.
Is in full swing.
The Pope's and Holy Son's dresses are also being rushed.
No one knows that Qian Daoliu is already working hard for his great-grandson.
I wish you all a happy life!
